Bravado

Tossing back a few chugs of water with a dancing mate who was having a pint of beer and who, like me, had also recently been left on the singles path, but his own choice unlike my own destiny, we both agreed in moments of slight drunkenness (I think for me, it was hyponaetremia) that being single was so much better.

 

Nothing to bother you about, only yourself to worry about, more cashflow, more everything.

 

But I think in the quietness that reigned after, you think of the quiet moments that you've shared curled up in bed with her, on the couch watching a movie, sneaking a kiss in public, dancing with her arm around your neck and her hips pressed up against yours, her smile, her eyes, the way she ruffles her hair for more "volume" and the simple hand holding that felt as natural as garlic butter on garlic bread and you wonder why you put on such a front.

Why do you put on such a show? Because there's nothing really to impress. No girls, no mates, no nothing.

 

Its just you and the rest of your quiet world, sitting in a quiet bar on a Monday night with a bachata playing in the background while you talk sh|t and pretend that the rest of the crazy crazy world does not matter.

 

Work's a bit slow today.